In early London, a tale of woe unfolds,
As metal prices slip and all behold,
Where dollar strength hath made its presence seen,
Macroeconomic weakness plays its scene.

Yet oil doth rise, a valiant tale retold,
Of Saudi's choice to cut, a tale bold,
A million barrels less, they choose to share,
So cometh forth, provision's price doth dare.

And now in European realms we see,
The price of oil doth leap, in triumph be,
For Saudi's tale of cuts hath found its stance,
O'er futures they command, with joys they dance.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur